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Because some of us prefer our sunshine with a side of blood and our summer solstice served with shadows.
There's something unholy about the way heat makes everything shimmer—the air thick enough to taste, sweat pooling in places that make you feel more animal than human, the sun beating down like a fever dream that never breaks. Summer isn't just for popsicles and pool parties, though the world wants to convince us otherwise. For those of us who find beauty in decay, romance in the morbid, and magic in the liminal spaces between light and dark, summer offers something far more intoxicating.
It's the season for whispered legends that taste like salt air, road trip horrors that unfold on endless highways, seaside slayers stalking boardwalks at golden hour, and ghosts that look almost ethereal in the amber light of long evenings. Summer is when the veil grows thin not from autumn's chill, but from heat that makes reality wobble at the edges.
At Caipora Books, we're reclaiming midsummer as a liminal season—not just for bonfires and fairy wings, but for eerie transformation, folklore that crawls under your skin, and the kind of vengeance that tastes sweetest when served cold against burning skin. Welcome to your official Summerween initiation: The Midsummer Hex.
And what better way to honor this sacred season than with a perfectly curated movie watchlist that whispers "pass the iced tea... and draw the salt circle." Whether you're a cottage goth who finds darkness in wildflower fields, a folklore enthusiast who knows the old stories never really die, or simply someone who understands that horror hits different when the moon is swollen and the night refuses to cool—this list is your summer scripture.
Too pretty to be safe, too tragic to forget.
Sofia Coppola's ethereal masterpiece is what happens when suburban perfection rots from within. A hazy, floral-scented descent into ennui, repression, and the kind of tragic obsession that blooms in teenage bedrooms filled with dying flowers. More melancholy than terror, it's a gothic fever dream of girlhood and decay set against the sweltering lull of an American summer where nothing is quite what it seems.
This isn't horror in the traditional sense—it's the horror of beauty curdling, of innocence becoming its own prison, of five sisters who become mythology before they ever become women. Perfect for nights when the humidity makes everything feel like drowning.
What if the summer solstice was... well...
Ari Aster's sun-drenched nightmare turns the idyllic Swedish countryside into a canvas of emotional unraveling and ritual terror that makes your skin crawl even as you're hypnotized by its beauty. This is folk horror for the Instagram age—gorgeous, unsettling, and impossible to look away from.
Come for the flower crowns and maypole dancing. Stay for the screaming and the slow realization that sometimes paradise is just hell with better lighting. This film understands that the most disturbing horror happens in broad daylight, when there's nowhere to hide and nowhere to run.
Because it's not summer without at least one slasher in a raincoat with a very sharp hook.
Pure 90s horror perfection: gorgeous teens with secrets, a seaside town that holds grudges, and a vengeful figure stalking them under the relentless summer sun. Campy, iconic, and soaked in that nostalgic Summerween energy that makes you want to drive to the coast at midnight with the windows down and your heart in your throat.
This is the film that taught us summer jobs could be deadly, that small towns never forget, and that sometimes the past comes calling with very sharp implements. Essential viewing for anyone who's ever loved the ocean but understood it could swallow you whole.
Beach town meets vampire glam in the most iconic way possible.
This 80s classic transforms a sunny Californian coastal town into a haven for bloodthirsty misfits who look like they stepped out of a music video and into your darkest fantasies. Think neon lights bleeding into twilight, saxophones wailing over motorcycle engines, leather jackets that smell like danger and salt air—an undead coming-of-age tale that understands being a teenager is already monstrous.
The Lost Boys is summer horror with style, substance, and enough homoerotic subtext to fuel a thousand fan theories. It's about finding your tribe, even if your tribe happens to feed on the living.
We are the weirdos, mister—and we're proud of it.
The blueprint for every teenage witch awakening that followed. Hexes and high school, telekinesis and Catholic school uniforms, and the kind of fashion that deserves its own altar. Robin Tunney, Fairuza Balk, Neve Campbell, and Rachel True created a coven that launched a thousand real-world rituals.
This film taught us that power corrupts, friendship is fragile, and revenge spells always come with a price. But it also taught us that being weird is a superpower, that solidarity between women is magic, and that sometimes the only way to survive high school is to embrace the darkness. Absolutely essential.
Trench coats, techno beats, and vampire blood raves—what more could you want?
Wesley Snipes brings vampire horror into the streets with sunglasses, silver swords, and enough swagger to make black leather look like high fashion. This is urban summer horror meets action movie perfection—all underground clubs, rooftop chases, and the kind of violence that's choreographed like a deadly dance.
Blade is the moment when vampire fiction got modern, got cool, and got absolutely lethal. It's horror for the club kids, the night owls, and anyone who's ever wanted to look that good while fighting the undead.
Opera. Lust. Shadows. Hair. Everything you didn't know you needed.
Francis Ford Coppola's fever-dream adaptation is soaked in velvet, blood, and the kind of immortal yearning that makes your chest ache. This is gothic romance turned up to eleven—all flowing hair, impossible costumes, and Gary Oldman delivering the performance of several lifetimes.
Perfect for hot summer nights that stretch toward eternity, when the air is so thick you can barely breathe and everything feels like a beautiful nightmare. This Dracula doesn't just drink blood—he drowns in desire, and so will you.
You can't cheat death, not even on vacation—especially not on vacation.
Death has a flair for the dramatic and an engineering degree, apparently. This film turns everyday summer activities—tanning beds, highway driving, camping—into elaborate death traps orchestrated by fate itself. It's horror with Rube Goldberg energy and the relentless suspense of knowing everyone's doomed but not knowing how.
Perfect for anyone who's ever looked at a seemingly innocent object and wondered if it could kill them. Spoiler alert: it probably can, and Final Destination will show you exactly how.
Before Midsommar traumatized a generation, there was this masterpiece.
A devout policeman investigates a girl's disappearance on a remote Scottish island, only to find himself trapped in a sunlit maze of pagan rituals, folk songs, and the kind of community that takes their traditions very, very seriously. The godfather of folk horror, and still the most unsettling.
This film understands that the most terrifying horror comes from clashing worldviews, from outsiders stumbling into places where different rules apply. It's beautiful, haunting, and absolutely merciless in its examination of faith, tradition, and sacrifice.
She's not just a teenage girl anymore—she's hungry, and she's done pretending to be sweet.
Megan Fox stars in this criminally underrated gem about demonic possession, sweet revenge, and what happens when friendship goes feral. This is horror for the girls who were called sluts for existing, who understand that female rage is a powerful and dangerous thing.
Jennifer's Body is smarter than it was given credit for, sharper than its marketing suggested, and absolutely essential viewing for anyone who's ever wanted to watch mean girls get their comeuppance—literally. It's a summer slumber party turned satanic snack, and it's delicious.
Witch hunts, summer camps, and teen screams—but make it intelligent.
Set across three time periods—1994, 1978, and 1666—this Netflix trilogy serves everything: neon-drenched mall killings, campfire slaughters, and a full-blown colonial witch curse that connects it all. Part slasher, part folk horror, part love story, all excellent.
Fear Street is for the witch girls who never got their Hogwarts letters, the cursed lovers who know some stories don't get happy endings, and anyone who's ever wanted to burn down the patriarchy and dance in the ashes. It's horror that understands history is haunted, and some wounds never heal—they just get passed down.
The darkest fairy tales don't ask to be believed—they demand to be felt.
Guillermo del Toro's masterpiece unfolds in the sweltering countryside of Francoist Spain, where a girl discovers a decaying labyrinth, an ancient faun, and truths more terrifying than war. This is fantasy horror that understands childhood isn't innocent—it's vulnerable, and vulnerability can be its own kind of power.
Summer never felt so sacred or so haunted. This film is about innocence and resistance, about choosing your own reality when the real world becomes unbearable, about the monsters we create and the monsters we face.
If you make fun of the witch girl, expect blood—lots of it.
Stephen King's first major adaptation remains a horror classic: pastel prom dresses soaked in crimson, psychic revenge served ice-cold, and one of the most iconic climaxes in cinema history. This is horror about rage, religion, repression, and what happens when a girl finally stops apologizing for taking up space.
Carrie White is the patron saint of weird girls everywhere, the one who reminds us that power doesn't always come with instruction manuals, and sometimes the only way to stop being a victim is to become something else entirely.
Dim the lights until shadows dance on the walls, light a black candle that smells like midnight and secrets, throw on your best black tank top—the one that makes you feel like you could hex someone just by looking at them—and let these films wash over you like a fever dream.
This Summerween, you don't need October to live deliciously. You just need the right film, the right mood, and the understanding that some of us were born for the darker seasons, even when they come disguised as summer.
And if you're looking to complete the atmosphere, to turn your space into a shrine worthy of these stories, don't miss our Midsummer Hex Collection: eerie folktales that taste like poison honey, witchy totes for carrying your secrets, dark notebooks for writing your own curses, and 10% off everything until June 9 because magic should be accessible.
